"Biao'er, girl!"
"It's getting hotter and hotter today, and I'd like to take you back to my hometown to have a look."
"What do you think?"
After dinner, Xiao Zhu went out to play the game of catching monsters with the Great Sage.
Empress Ma was a diligent and frugal person who always took care of the family's dishes by herself.
Xiao Zhu couldn't let go of the memorial in his hand, so he lit a cigarette and continued working.
Lao Zhu drank tea and lay down on the chair to rest leisurely.
From time to time he tilted his head and flicked the cigarette ashes in his hand.
Naturally, I also learned this recliner from Fang Jingzhi’s home.
It's very comfortable to lie on it and sway around.
Lao Zhu fell in love with it as soon as he sat down, and specially arranged for someone to make a handful and put them in the Yangxin Hall.
Just to take a rest after getting tired from reviewing memorials.
"Go back to your hometown, Fengyang?"
Empress Ma put away the dishes, took the towel handed over by her personal maid Yu'er and wiped her hands.
Since marrying Lao Zhu, she has been to Fengyang several times, but with Lao Zhu's capital in Nanjing, she can no longer move around at will.
Every time he leaves the palace, if he goes to a distant place, he must be followed by a large group of people, who eat horse chews along the way and spend countless money and food. This is what Queen Ma least wants to see.
"Yeah, come back to Fengyang and have a look!"
Lao Zhu said with emotion: "Since I became the emperor, we haven't gone home for a long time. I wonder how our hometown is doing now!"
Empress Ma smiled and said calmly: "It's good to go back and take a look. I've been in this palace for a long time and I can't see what the world is like."
"What the girl said makes sense!" Lao Zhu smiled like a dog and licked his words: "Unlike me and Biao'er, we know what's going on in our hearts, but we just can't tell it!"
Upon hearing this, Zhu Biao raised his head from behind a pile of memorials, looked at Mr. and Mrs. Zhu who were showing off their affection, and unconsciously pursed his lips.
This dad is good at everything, but he is really bad if he likes to talk to himself when he has nothing to do.
If you can't say it, it's because you are uneducated. We, Zhu Biao, the majestic Prince of the Ming Dynasty, a person sought after by countless civil servants in the court, cannot say such things.
hehe……
Queen Ma glanced at her son and saw her son's disdainful expression.
Seeing Queen Ma's eyes, Xiao Zhu lowered his head consciously.
Ever since I had little Xiao Zhu, my position in front of my mother was not as good as before.
Don't dare to provoke me, don't dare to provoke me!
Lao Zhu crossed his legs and took a puff of cigarette.
Outside the door, Zhu Xiongying wore a mask and ran quickly, poking Xiao Jing with the stick in his hand from time to time.
As a fairy, Xiao Jing paid attention to Zhu Xiongying's safety while running, but he was very happy.
He could feel that Huangsun seemed to like him very much.
This is your chance!
Lao Zhu looked at all this and was silent for a moment, then said: "Old Wu, is this little eunuch innocent?"
Having been by Lao Zhu's side for many years, Wu Jixiang naturally knew Lao Zhu's temper. He just glanced at the emperor's grandson outside the door and understood everything.
"Your Majesty, the name of this little eunuch is Xiao Jing. He is a child from a poor family. All his family members have died. He has no choice but to work in this palace. When the slaves saw that he was literate, they transferred him to the Yangxin Hall to serve him."
"The emperor's grandson has come several times, and this little eunuch is always playing with the emperor's grandson. He seems to be very popular with the emperor's grandson."
Lao Zhu nodded: "In that case, let's transfer this person to the emperor's grandson to serve him!"
After Lao Zhu finished speaking, he turned to Queen Ma and asked: "Sister, we are thinking of taking Xiongying back this time. Since my dear grandson was born, he has not followed us back to his hometown to visit!"
"We just think it's not good to keep your good grandson in the palace all the time."
"If we become emperor in the future and don't know the sufferings of the people, then it will be our dereliction of duty as the emperor, and it will be the misfortune of the people of Ming Dynasty!"
Queen Ma nodded when she heard this, glanced at the emperor's grandson outside the door, and agreed very much with what Lao Zhu said.
In the troubled times at the end of the Yuan Dynasty, apart from the corruption of the government, the bigger reason was that the rulers of the Yuan Dynasty had no idea what kind of life the people under their rule were living.
This is why Lao Zhu often takes Zhu Xiongying out for a walk, but she doesn't stop him.
Zhu Biaojie came from that era and naturally knew how to govern the people and how to love the people.
But as the grandson of the emperor, Zhu Xiongying had not experienced this, so he could not help but make people worry.
After all, the world we learned from the great scholars and courtiers was not what the world really looked like.
Seeing that Queen Ma was very satisfied with his plan, Lao Zhu felt quite proud.
When it comes to educating grandchildren, we, Lao Zhu, are very good at it.
It makes people upset to see how the old brothers in the court have taught them all the dandies and losers they are.
Look at our Biaoer again, our good grandson.
As the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, it is necessary for us to write a parenting heart sutra as a reference for our brothers!
Thinking of Xu Da and others' admiration when they saw his parenting skills, Lao Zhu couldn't help but hum a ditty.
"My life is miserable. I can't find a good husband in my life. My husband is an official and a government official, but my husband can only play flower drums..."
Others sing songs that cost money, but the songs Lao Zhu sings are really expensive.
Queen Ma glanced at her with disgust. This old guy really didn't have any self-awareness about his own voice!
Let’s take a look at Prince Zhu Biao who was “drunk and mesmerized” after hearing this.
Father and son are such a loser.
It’s better to be a good grandson, a woman who likes to listen to our singing.
Queen Ma coughed lightly and said, "Whether you go back or not, go back and take a look!"
"I also want to take a look at the beautiful fourth lady that Tiande talks about."
"How beautiful is the fourth daughter of Rich Master Liu who fascinated the emperor, so that some people can't forget her so much!"
Queen Ma's words almost made Lao Zhu fall off the couch.
How dare you say such deadly things to the fourth daughter of Mr. Liu’s family!
It’s all damn Xu Tiande, you unlucky one.
Aren’t we just plotting against the eldest daughter of your family? Why don’t you mention the fourth daughter of Rich Master Liu’s family?
Now it's good, our girl is thinking about you.
You Xu Tiande, just wait for us. Sooner or later, we will give your little girl to our son.
Even if our son fails, he will be thrown to you by the unscrupulous boy named Fang.
Zhu Biao had just taken a puff of cigarette, and when he heard this, he choked and coughed.
As expected of a mother, this decisive blow came unexpectedly.
Watching my father roll down from the recliner in embarrassment and then chasing his mother like a licking dog.
Zhu Biao felt inexplicably happy.
You play the harp, you continue to play the harp!
Holding your own cup of tea and lying down on the lounge chair, how cool and unrestrained it is!
Cool!
…
Lao Zhu finally persuaded Queen Ma to go back.
As for the fourth lady of Rich Master Liu’s family...
Ahem, Jin Yiwei still needs to be faster!
When he turned around and returned to the hall, he saw Zhu Biao lying on his chair with a look of enjoyment on his face.
He still held his special gold-labeled general in his hand and hummed a tune with satisfaction.
It was no different from his posture just now.
Is this bastard son mocking himself?
The point is, you stole our cigarettes again, right?
Ever since General Jinbiao started offering limited editions, Lao Zhu felt that Lan Yu was playing tricks on him.
Just because of this tobacco, father and son often had conflicts.
The Tobacco Department can only supply limited quantities of Gold Label General and ordinary tobacco to the father and son every day.
As for those nobles, they would not give it to them if they could. Even ordinary cigarettes were still in limited supply.
This principle will remain true until tobacco is grown on a large scale.
Lao Zhu and his son were both very addicted to smoking, and the tobacco delivered every day was not enough to meet their needs.
So after the smart Xiao Zhu drew his share, he would inevitably start to have Lao Zhu's ideas.
The Crown Prince's three gold labels plus the other five, a total of eight shares.
Lao Zhu was cunning and cunning. He relied on his privilege as the emperor and the husband of the first investor to get an extra share from Lan Yu.
As the prince, he will inherit the Ming Dynasty sooner or later.
What does it matter if I inherit a cigarette from my father earlier?
right!
Lao Zhu took three steps and two steps at a time, and snatched the cigarette back from Zhu Biao's hand.
Now this thing is the best medicine for him to stay up late reviewing memorials.
If one is missing, it will cost you half your life!
With a distressed look on his face, he put out the fire and carefully put it away in the cigarette case.
Only then did Lao Zhu have time to glare at Zhu Biao.
"What are you doing!"
"Why are you smoking our cigarettes!"
"Where's your own!"
Zhu Biao pursed his lips.
got used to.
"No more, just take yours!"
"You are my father. If I don't take what's yours, I'll take what's yours!"
Look, this big boy has learned so badly!
Why does it sound more and more like a caste boy the more I look at it?
Lao Zhu was a little angry and twisted his nose, and lightly kicked Zhu Biao's shaking Erlang's leg.
If you scold someone, you can't be harsh.
What to do if you break a good boy?
"Make room for us!"
Zhu Biao ignored him and continued to lie lazily.
He said with some displeasure: "Father, what's going on with this Tobacco Department? When can I send more?"
Most of the tobacco that was delivered has been smoked, and there are still two gold sticks that are rations for reviewing the memorial in the evening. He is reluctant to smoke now.
"Who knows!"
Seeing that Zhu Biao was unwilling to get up, Lao Zhu did not force him.
It's not without reason that Zhu Biao is liked by him.
He worked tirelessly every day to help him deal with government affairs.
It's rare to have a moment of rest.
So seeing that Zhu Biao looked a little tired, Lao Zhu didn't plan to have the recliner to himself.
They casually pulled up a stool and sat down, and the father and son started chatting.
"This tobacco, it doesn't matter what we say!"
Lao Zhu curled his lips and said: "Lanyu now sends a memorial every day reporting the progress of the Tobacco Department to your mother."
"We asked for one more, and your mother gave me a scolding, so we don't dare to ask for more."
"If you have the guts, then go ahead and try it!"
Zhu Biao shook his head. He did not dare to touch Queen Ma.
It's not that he hasn't tried before, Queen Ma blocked him back with just one sentence.
"One gold standard has ten sticks, you pay for it!"
Zhu Biao was immediately frightened.
As the crown prince of the Ming Dynasty, you can say whatever you want, but you can't withdraw money.
Donggong is really poor.
"Father, haven't you already sent Lao Wu to the Jiaofang Department?"
"Can't we just let him take advantage of it?"
Old Zhu bared his teeth and slapped Zhu Biao angrily.
"Don't learn well!"
"Lao Wu is here to study how to grow tobacco for us, not to get tobacco for us!"
"Moreover……"
"Weren't you caught by your mother's people?"
Zhu Biao was stunned, then suddenly sat up from the recliner and looked at Lao Zhu in disbelief.
"Dad, you really let Lao Zhu do it???"
Lao Zhu touched his forehead with a guilty conscience. He secretly told Lao Wu about this.
"Okay, okay, let's not talk about this anymore!"
"We can't deal with Zhongshan's matter now!"
"Judging from the secret report sent by Jin Yiwei, Zhongshan is in full swing now, and those old soldiers are living the life of gods."
"Go to your mother's place later and take a look at the secret report. You will understand!"
Are the veterans living a fairy life?
Zhu Biao looked at Lao Zhu in disbelief, wasn't he being sarcastic?
He paid attention to the affairs of the Zhongshan Tobacco Department at first, but then there were too many things going on in the DPRK and he gave up paying attention.
After hearing what Lao Zhu said, he became even more curious about Zhong Shan.
"Prince, what do you think of the return to Fengyang we mentioned?" Lao Zhu asked.
Zhu Biao looked thoughtful: "Father, if you and I both leave Nanjing, what if..."
Lao Zhu showed a contemptuous smile: "Our father and son have left, so it's easier for that person to do things!"
"But the child is just afraid..."
"What are you afraid of? As long as we are here, this Ming Dynasty cannot be overturned!"
"In that case, I just have to obey my father's wishes."
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